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Stella on Christmas night, saying, "What do you mean, Santa's not coming again tomorrow?"
Rawley, the little varmint, hid not just his new toy in the woods, but hers, too. I can't find either of them. He didn't have enough time to bury them... they've got to be out there somewhere...
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Your place looks so cozy. Except for that giant dog standing there, I mean.
Posted by: YesBiscuit! | 26 December 2011 at 11:26 AM
Stella's not giant! She's just a tiny little hound!
Posted by: Christie | 26 December 2011 at 11:28 AM
So you moved to Michigan. Whatever possessed you? with our winters!
Posted by: Val | 26 December 2011 at 01:58 PM
Hi Christie. The OTHER Pat and I have been wondering how Gina's Drewbie has been doing. Can you please update us. Thank you and Merry Christmas. You have a cozy place.
Posted by: Val | 26 December 2011 at 02:00 PM